If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arms.

It's 9am, and I'm waiting for Luke to stop talking so I can continue working.

That's a funny image when you don't know the context. So ponder what it means for a moment...

Okay, really he's just doing the volunteer orientation, and I'm painting tables. But I'd prefer not to be a distraction, so I'm waiting until he's done to move and sand them. But since this is the only thing I need to do today, I'm just hanging out and waiting for him.

Today is the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Ike, and so a big group of volunteers has come in from several churches around Galveston and Houston. It's exciting to see them here, ready to work. I was thinking about helping, but I may not end up doing so today.

The truth is, I can't seem to keep much straight in my brain this week. I forgot all about the anniversary, just as I forgot all about the birthday celebration for one of the island priests yesterday. The amount of things on my brain are enough to shove out the minor details, but I also don't do well without structure, and things have been all out of whack the last few weeks.

I looked up a bunch of jobs again yesterday, but I got overwhelmed and didn't start working on applications for any of them. The windows are still open, and that may very well be what I actually do this afternoon.

Okay, he's done. Back to work for me!